Memory Plays Tricks. Memory Is Another Word

Piece By Piece Living Is Hard To Do. It May Even Feel Like The Hardest Thing. But It Has This Going For It: You Never Need To Know What It Is You're Carrying On Your Shoulders.

You Think You're Safe. Until You See A Picture Like That. And Then You Know You'll Always Be A Slave To The Present Because The Present Is More Powerful Than The Past, No Matter How Long Ago The Present Happened.

Tell The Story, Gather The Events, Repeat Them. Pattern Is A Matter Of Upkeep. Otherwise The Weave Relaxes Back To Threads Picked Up By Birds To Make Their Nests. Repeat, Or The Story Will Fall And All The King's Horses And All The King's Men. . . . Repeat, And Cradle The Pieces Carefully, Or Events Will Scatter Like Marbles On A Wooden Floor.

It's Important To Attend Funerals. It Is Important To View The Body, They Say, And To See It Committed To Earth Or Fire Because Unless You Do That, The Loved One Dies For You Again And Again.

Lies Like That Are Not A Sin, They Are A Sacrifice.